I’m suffering from a bit of a vacation hangover. Pictures freeze time when I cannot. Fortunately, there is still the anticipation of all that is left to come, and it is a lot.
What is life?
Sisters bouncing in the waves,
Rituals untouched by age,
Mosquito-ridden hikes through streams,
To waterfalls guarded beneath a canopy of trees,
Jasmine pearl ice tea,
Sunscreen layered thick,
Tiki Mai Tais hidden in a maze of stalls,
Millions of stars in the night sky,
Sprinklers then laughter,
A ghostly figure in the dark,
Manta ray arms stretched wider than my own,
Two turtles and a friendly fish,
A Buddhist temple with a bell so large,
You are promised happiness and peace.
A catamaran skips across the water,
Edging closer to the unknown,
A fish caught and punched to death in the head,
Blood diluted by the sea,
Tears of brevity,
Life impossible to hold,
As sisters howl and scream beyond the break.
oliviaobryon 
You catch the randomness that is an incredible and beautiful vacation.
I always make lists like this when I go on vacation– I’m not patient enough to write whole journal entries, so I like how well the random string of words triggers pretty much everything I want to remember š
Very nice.
Thanks.
Just stumbled across this article and thought of your vacay hangover! I know the feeling far too well. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/16/post-vacation-blues_n_3600275.html?utm_hp_ref=healthy-living
Love it. š